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John Danby (arr.)
(c.1757 - 1798)
Shepherds, I have lost my love
(S.A.B.)
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Harmonization by Danby of a song sometimes attributed to Stephen Storace, but more likely to be a traditional air often referred to as "The Banks of Banna".
Lyrics: Anon
Shepherds, I have lost my love;
Have you seen my Anna?
Pride of every shady grove
Upon the banks of Banna.
I for her my home forsook
Near yon misty mountain,
Left my flock, my pipe, my crook,
Greenwood shade and fountain.
Never shall I see them more
Until her returning;
All the joys of life are o'er,
From gladness changed to mourning.
Whither is my charmer flown?
Shepherds, tell me whither;
Ah! woe for me, perhaps she's gone
For ever and for ever.
Shepherds, I have lost my love;
Have you seen my Anna?
Pride of every shady grove
Upon the banks of Banna.
I for her my home forsook
Near yon misty mountain,
Left my flock, my pipe, my crook,
Greenwood shade and fountain.
Never shall I see them more
Until her returning;
All the joys of life are o'er,
From gladness changed to mourning.
Whither is my charmer flown?
Shepherds, tell me whither;
Ah! woe for me, perhaps she's gone
For ever and for ever.